Huaxia, Capital, Yanbei University, International Mathematics Research Institute, Lu Changzheng was sitting in his office looking at the paper.
Just like Sumant Jair, Qiao Ze and Kori Durant's papers had been downloaded and printed out by him.
But Kori Durant's paper was now cast aside, left unattended.
After all, he wasn't like Sumant Jair, not a reviewer for Qiao Ze's paper and this was the first paper of Qiao Ze he read, which felt quite marvelous.
The sudden ringing of the phone broke Lu Changzheng's deep focus.
Professor Lu frowned slightly, glanced at the mobile phone carelessly tossed on the desk, saw the name Qian Yuhai, and his mouth turned up slightly. He reached out to press the call button, didn't bother to pick up the phone, and casually activated the speaker.
"Hello, Old Qian, what's up?"
"What else? You're reading the kid's paper, aren't you?"
"Yeah, quite insightful."